04-01-2016, 06:25 PM
It was dark. It's always dark in here love.
Hyroniemus scoured the landscape, frowning, her dark eyes fluttered softly, part of her amused.
You don't find anything funny.
She shook her head, shaking the thoughts away, wandering along the edge of this grassy prison. Doomed to stay here for how long? Forever.
Perhaps she should do as the others do, pick at the grass, flaunt her femme façade about until some pathetic brute lacking testosterone begged her to join him.
I am owned by nobody.
Her tail flicked irritably against her flanks, those dark pools gazed across the expanse and she lowered her head out of hunger, snatching at the grass, inhaling the sweet, damp earthy scent.
Where have all the good men gone?
Raising her head, she stands statuesque, a beauty in the breeze.
Adrenalize me.